Words cannot describe:
The thoughts in my mind,
Racing ecstasy
From the core,
I’m alive.
Leading me forward,
One pulse at a time,
Like rapids in space,
It flows, and it goes.
No clear direction,
Nowhere to be found,
I cannot explain it,
Quite simply,
Why try?
“Hey man, that’s mine!”
“No I had it first!”
Nah man, it’s chill.
It’s just whatever.
Fuck it, dude,
It is what it is.
Why try?
WHY TRY?
And you say
You’re ALIVE??
You think I don’t see?
You think you are alone and unique?
Don’t try to fight it;
Bask in that shit boy, you ain’t a freak.
So, what do you want?
How do you choose how you might spend your time?
Leave something behind?
For another to pick up, way down the line?
Well sure,
You can see it that way,
But at the end of the day,
I do what I love;
Selfish nature is pure.
My only hope:
We all can enjoy.
Poetry
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Interesting poem! To me, this poem is examining the way many people view life, and art. With a sense of greed and a sense that we must snatch everything we can, quickly, before someone else gets to it first. With a sense of entitlement that makes us cling too tightly to nonessentials, simply because they are OURS. But that is no way to exist. Life is about more than holding on to things that don’t matter. Then in the last few lines, we see the admission “Selfish nature is pure./My only hope:/We all can enjoy.” Selfishness is part of our nature, but we continue to fight it. Thanks for sharing!